I've got a coworker who's giving me the willies. Today, I casually brought up the topic of last night's Pistons game and all of a sudden he blows up about me eavesdropping on his conversations while I'm taking a #2 in the stall. Hey, the bathroom's not a big place, Mr. Unless I purposely wear ear plugs or earphones set to my favourite Big Brother podcast, I'm going to be able to hear what you say in there.
The bigger issue is - How does he know I'm the one in the stall in the first place? He's either 1) peeking into the stall which is absolutely disturbing or 2) paying close attention to the particular way I unroll the toilet paper which is equally disturbing.
The bigger issue is - How does he know I'm the one in the stall in the first place? He's either 1) peeking into the stall which is absolutely disturbing or 2) paying close attention to the particular way I unroll the toilet paper which is equally disturbing.
Creepy Coworker
